Walani Ndhlovu

Cool Boy - Poem by Walani Ndhlovu

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There he comes in his noiseTo get himself into the cool boysHe carries himself a knifeNeither for killing nor for defending his lifeNormally it's part of his swaggerFor he is training to be a smugglerHis voice vibrates like a spearAnd it always hurt in my earHe has deep voice and he sounds so loudLooking at himself he feels so proud Swag and sag is his new game Nigger in the club is his new nameHe drinks, smokes and deals with drugsAnd spends his money to pay for the hugsHe gets his friends after making his planBut they all run away when his money is doneHe keeps on stealing And keeps on killingHis life on a spoonWe'll burry him soon.